Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Amidst Harry's excited narration, Draco Malfoy quietly approached Tiera.

Behind him were Crabbe and Goyle, one fat and one short.

All three people glared at Tiera.

Because in the flying lesson this afternoon, Tiera not only gave Malfoy a hard slap, but also humiliated the entire Slytherin.

The pair of Slytherins, who always valued their appearance, were furious.

Tiera didn't care at all about the approach of Malfoy and his two followers.

They definitely weren't here to fight anyway, because the teachers were sitting right in front.

Although Malfoy was frightened, he wouldn't be Malfoy if he could swallow this breath.

So he thought of a damaging move.

"Tiera, tonight at midnight in the trophy room, we will duel alone, do you dare?" Malfoy said sinisterly, and then added, "Only use a wand!"

Obviously, Malfoy hated the Muggle-born Tiera more than Harry because Tiera's last levitating spell made Malfoy embarrassed.

Tiera glanced at Malfoy strangely, and the curve of the corners of her mouth became wider. Harry, who was sitting next to him, recognized this expression as mockery.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Tiera suddenly shouted, "Everyone, be quiet and look over here!"

"Mr. Malfoy has sent me an invitation to a wizard duel!" Tiera shouted from the bench, "Tonight, at midnight! Prize room! Malfoy said he would defeat me in a single fight!"

Tiera's shout attracted almost everyone's attention.

Among them, Professor McGonagall and Snape had the sharpest eyes.

"Nonsense!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

Snape looked at Tiera meaningfully.

Professor McGonagall is an old-school and strict traditional lady. Although she did a lot of ridiculous things when she was young, she has become more and more disciplined as she gets older.

"You haven't even learned a serious spell. What if you hurt each other? Do you know..." Professor McGonagall began to educate endlessly.

"Wait, Professor McGonagall." Snape interrupted McGonagall.

"Maybe it's not that serious," Snape said.

"What do you mean? Headmaster Snape?" Professor McGonagall used the honorific.

"Perhaps, we should let Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Witch duel now instead of waiting until midnight." Snape said, "After all, wizard duels are something they will be exposed to sooner or later. Rather than letting them learn about them in books or in their lives later,

If they are not prepared to be exposed to it, it is better to let them be exposed to it from an early age."

"But what if they are injured? What if their magic is out of control? What if..." Professor McGonagall said worriedly.

"We are here," Snape said, "and Professor Flitwick, the dueling champion, I think we can guarantee their safety."

"But Tiera is a Muggle-born child." Professor McGonagall looked at Tiera worriedly, "He hasn't learned many spells at all, and Malfoy..."

"Professor McGonagall, you said it." Snape said nonchalantly, "Tiera is a very talented little wizard. I think... this talent should be enough to make up for the lack of magic."

After saying that, Snape waved his wand.

The tables in the hall were moved to both sides.

A large open space was exposed in the middle.

Since there were not many people finishing their meal at this time, even if the dining table was moved to a corner, it would not affect the little wizard present from eating his dinner.

But who's in the mood for dinner now?

Wizards duel!

Such a big thing.

They have only seen it in books before, or have never heard of it at all.

Due to Tiera's embarrassing behavior in the flying class, his name gradually spread among the young wizards, although it is certainly not as good as the famous Harry Potter.

But he can be considered a relatively famous figure among this freshmen class.

Tiera thought that this was enough. He wanted to hide himself, but he couldn't make himself too unknown, otherwise others would think of him as a vassal of Harry Potter instead of a complete and independent person.

Therefore, he needs to stand up from time to time and have a sense of presence, at least occupying a certain position in the hearts of Gryffindor's young wizards. This will make it much easier for him to organize the young wizards to resist or escape when Voldemort comes.

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But what he wants is not this sense of existence, not this sense of existence that attracts everyone's attention.

Tiera is currently riding a tiger.

Malfoy's situation was a little better than Tiera's. He was already standing in the middle of the field, looking at Tiera with a sneer.

Malfoy originally planned to trick Tiera into the trophy showroom in the middle of the night, and then tell Fitch so that Fitch could fire Tiera.

But I didn't expect that Tiera didn't follow the routine and said it directly in front of everyone.

I originally thought the teachers would stop it.

Professor McGonagall did want to stop it at first, but was interrupted by his dean, Professor Snape.

But it's okay, although Tiera can't be expelled.

But I can defeat him alone, and I can also make him look embarrassed.

Malfoy thought fiercely.

Born in a wizarding family, he has used house elves to practice magic since he was a child. He has never considered that he would lose.

"What's wrong? Tiera, aren't you ready to go on stage?" Malfoy smiled sarcastically, "Or are you scared?"

"Hey..." Tiera sighed and walked to the middle helplessly.

He had to accept this wizard duel. Unlike domestic children, foreign children despised the weak and cowards as much as they admired the strong.

Especially in a small group of radical wizards like Gryffindor.

He was almost certain that if he refused the duel invitation today, the Gryffindor wizards would use this to laugh at and isolate him tomorrow.

After all, in the fourth film, Harry became the target of public criticism for the Goblet of Fire, let alone a coward who dared not accept a duel.

Over time, Harry, who has always followed the crowd, will probably drift away from him, and all his previous efforts and his scientific research funds will be gone in the wind.

"Don't go to Tiera!" When Tiera was about to step forward, Hermione, the only one who was relatively rational, pulled his sleeve. "You don't know any magic at all. Malfoy is a child of a wizarding family.

He must know more spells than you. You will suffer a loss."

"You haven't agreed to Malfoy's invitation yet, have you?" Hermione said amidst the cheers of a group of Gryffindor wizards. "You haven't said yes. You don't have to accept it at all."

"What's wrong? Tiera, do you want to say goodbye to your little girlfriend for the last time?" Malfoy, who was standing in the middle of the field, mocked, causing a burst of laughter at the Slytherin table.